Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 77(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
I didn’t know what half the stuff on the table was, maybe stuffed mushrooms, definitely caviar. It was all too fancy for me, but I was hungry, needed some kind of sustenance, so I might as well try it and enjoy the food I couldn’t even pronounce.
I grabbed a plate and set my champagne glass down, picking up random finger foods and setting them on my ceramic appetizer plate that had gold leafing around the edges. I became focused on looking at each item, in my mind trying to decipher what exactly it was I was about to eat. I was so focused that I didn’t see the person right in front of me and ran right into them, my plate tipping back and all the food that had been on it pressing against my chest.
Shit.
I swore time stood still as I looked down at the plate of mashed food against the dress that wasn’t even mine. I lifted my head slowly, feeling my eyes widen, knowing my mouth was hanging open. This was like a bad dream, like any minute I’d wake up and realize I’d just been thinking about it but it hadn’t actually happened.
But nope, this was definitely a nightmare.
I glanced around quickly, but no one was paying any attention aside from a couple people who were close enough to see what happened. They gave me a look that said they thought I was ridiculous, very out of place, and probably needed to just go home. I couldn’t blame them. I felt the same way.
“Shit. I’m so sorry. I didn’t even see you.”
The deep voice right in front of me startled me back to reality, and I snapped my head in his direction. I had to tip my chin up to look into his face. He was tall, taller than me even in my three-inch heels.
He was also muscular. He couldn’t have been much older than thirty with a headful of dark hair. His face was masculine with a square jaw, and his lips were strong and full. He was clean-shaven, but I could see the tiniest outline of a shadow covering his cheeks and jaw, as if by tomorrow he’d have a nice five o’clock shadow.
And his eyes… God, his eyes were this brilliant blue color, a sharp contrast to his dark features.
Instantly, my body reacted. It heated, my nipples becoming hard and rubbing against the material of the dress. And between my legs? Hell, I was wet instantly, so wet I actually clenched my thighs together to try to stem off the arousal.
I took a step back, opening and closing my mouth, no words coming out. My pulse raced, the blood rushed through my veins, and I felt a flush steal over me.
I should have said sorry and excused myself, but instead I found myself thinking one thing.
I wonder what he’s like in bed.
Chapter Two
Everett
Goddamn, she is gorgeous. That was the first thing I thought when I’d seen her from across the room.
Then I thought about how I wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk.
The latter was probably the champagne talking, an aftereffect of downing five just to get through this night. This might be for a good cause, but shit, I felt like I was wading through a sea of wealthy assholes.
I stared at her, the color of her hair a gorgeous strawberry-blonde. It hung in loose waves around her shoulders. My fingers itched to run through the strands, to grip the locks and gently pull her head back so her throat was arched. My tongue felt thicker as I thought about running it along the base of her throat and stopping at her pulse point.
Fuck, I was getting a raging hard-on.
She had a curvy little body, perfect for me to grip as I pulled her in close to me. Her breasts were big and high, round and supple. And the gown she wore dipped low enough that I could see just the barest hint of cleavage.
Christ.
The shade of her dress was this emerald-green, and it looked so fucking good with her complexion, the shade of her hair, the blueness of her eyes.
And so I’d found myself walking over to the table she stood in front of, my feet taking me there on their own accord. It’s like I didn’t have any control over my actions where she was concerned.
And when her body pressed against mine, I felt this jolt of electricity slam through me. It took my breath away and tightened my muscles. My spine went straight, my hands curling into tight fists on their own. It was an automatic reaction, this feeling, an experience I’d never had before. I’d never felt lost in arousal, had desire and need all rolled up into this one combustible ball that consumed every single cell in my body.